Plot
Marco Polo, the well known adventurer and merchant's son from Venice in Italy, travels all through asia to find the great Khan. Once there he posesses his protection to merchandise between China and Europe but he prefers to seek out for more adventures.
Keywords: adventurer, asia, character-name-in-title, china, europe, independent-film, italy, kublai-khan, marco-polo, venice-italy
Plot
Il giovane Marco Polo, dopo le raccomandazioni ed i saggi consigli dell'anziano Akerman, parte alla volta della Cina per aiutare Kublai Khan nella lotta contro i ribelli, capeggiati dal proprio figlio, con una nuova invenzione : la polvere da sparo.
Keywords: 1200s, adventurer, asia, barge, character-name-in-title, china, chinese, emperor, gobi-desert, gunpowder
A story of endurance, savagery and heroism [Video Australia]
West is where he finds the Cave of Assassins...listens to the bell that drives men mad...feels the whip girl's lash. But East is where he defeats armies...conquers women...runs into moving belly dancers...and plays with inscrutable beauties that are hotter than gun powder!
Marco made the best of two worlds!
Mightiest adventurer of them all!
Plot
Infante stars as a rebel general caught up in a tempestuous romantic tug-of-war between two women: ex-girlfriend (Chula Prieto) and wife (Lilia Prado). This love triangle yields devastating consequences as they must face the governmental soldiers during the revolution.
Keywords: colonel, mexican-revolution, traitor
Plot
Marco Polo travels from Venice to Peking, where he quickly discovers spaghetti and gunpowder and falls in love with the Emperor's daughter. The Emperor Kublai Khan is a kindly fellow, but his evil aide Ahmed wants to get rid of Kublai Khan so he can be emperor, and to get rid of Marco Polo so he can marry the princess. Ahmed sends Marco Polo to the West to fight barbarians, but he returns just in time to save the day.
Keywords: 1270s, 1280s, 13th-century, adventurer, asia, attack, attempted-murder, battle, bow-and-arrow, businessman
Marco Polo (i/ˈmɑrkoʊ ˈpoʊloʊ/; Italian pronunciation: [ˈmarko ˈpɔːlo]; c. 1254 – January 9, 1324) was a Venetian merchant traveler from the Venetian Republic whose travels are recorded in Il Milione, a book which did much to introduce Europeans to Central Asia and China. He learned about trading whilst his father and uncle, Niccolò and Maffeo, travelled through Asia and apparently met Kublai Khan. In 1269, they returned to Venice to meet Marco for the first time. The three of them embarked on an epic journey to Asia, returning after 24 years to find Venice at war with Genoa; Marco was imprisoned, and dictated his stories to a cellmate. He was released in 1299, became a wealthy merchant, married and had three children. He died in 1324, and was buried in San Lorenzo.
Their pioneering journey inspired Christopher Columbus and others. Marco Polo's other legacies include Venice Marco Polo Airport, the Marco Polo sheep, and several books and films. He also had an influence on European cartography, leading to the introduction of the Fra Mauro map.
Fish out of water!
Marco-Polo!
How did I ever get into this mess
I fell in the river and I wrecked my dress
I wanted to look good because he's coming tonight
And he's bringing me things that I like
Oh Marco--I'm shallow
But I don't want you to think
That you're buying my love
With these things
The last place you wrote from was Constantinople
I am not impressed Marco--I've been around
Well, anyways--I told our friends
And we'll meet you at the warehouse
Down by the docks tonight
Oh Marco--I'm shallow
But I don't want you to think
That you're buying my love
With these frivolous things
But I'm dying for dresses
And I've run out of perfume
And I'm pining for a wine
That is halfway decent
Please don't think I'm forward but I made a reservation
At our favorite restaurant tonight for two
And if you need a place to stay
I mean if all the hotels are full
Well, my room-mate is gone for the weekend
Oh Marco--I'm shallow
But I don't want you to think
That you're buying my love
With these frivolous things
But I'm dying for dresses
And I've run out of perfume
And I'm pining for a wine
That is halfway decent
Marco Polo is coming tonight
And he's bringing me things that I like
Things that I like
Things that I really, really like
My swag to official man
(I mean so is my swag)
Yall cant catch upp
Ay Bow what yu rocking tho my niqqa?
New jeans shop(check)
Yellow Lamborgini( bow)
bbc shirt with a fresh pair of jeans (wow)
black card spending when i hit the mall
(stunting)
you cant catch me.
Im so ahead of yall (it's)
Marco Polo(12x) Polo
Verse:
See imma stunt when i want to (ok)
Niqqas cant get wit me(nah)
And my garage just look like Duplont Registry(yeah)
And yeah i get that cake, i get that cake, jus like a bakery (cash)
Ohio in this thang hoe
you know aint no faking me(okay)
200 for da lam (damn)
Half a mill for da maybach
I dont even drive see my shoufer he handle dat
-But what about the hoes bow?-
I keep em on deck
S.O.D money gang
L.B.W we up next
And if it aint about no money
then i aint talking to ya
fake niqqas dont last long
we c right thru ya (true story)
and niqqa f**k a jacob
i just iced out the mula (bling)
plus ya girl like me
and she say i'm way cuter
and she like my
Chorus:
gucci bandana(check)
louie v letters(check)
keep on looking theres no lam better
(ay)
Air force ones
mixed wit da new jays
you cant catch me im too far away
Marco Polo(12x)
(ay)
Verse:
Never been fake cause all the girls love official
S.O.D cause bitches love initials
Im on another level
im in my zone
black car white rims
can they both get along (ay)
This is not the matrix
but i am the oricle
do you wanna fuk me?
the question is rhetorical
say the same lines
but the fans arent bored of me
75 thousand dollars if you wanna order me
Hold on
Let me change me swag
My flow broadband
yall boy still Lan
My whole click straight
Yall whole click fags
last night ya girl forhead was on my abs
pussy!
chorus:
gucci bandana(check)
louie v letters(check)
keep on looking theres no lam better
(ay)
Air force ones
mixed wit da new jays
you cant catch me im too far away
This song is an instrumental.
Woke to find some blood on the workbench
And forgot where it came from
Over time we get so careless with all the tools to make progress
It's defensive silence that cracks into canyons and grows
Oh no
I'm glad you grew up stronger
I'm glad we grew apart
â'Cause now we laugh much harder and that's a start
We're bitter in our own special ways
We're better now with time spent off stage
It's hard when you have to share half a brain
The other half gets to big for the space
If you want me to find you I'll probably go
We can cheat for each other in Marco Polo
When we still act like brothers it's nothing at all
There's nothing too small
Just don't ask for it all
[Verse 1:]
Ladies and gentlemen, you ain't gotta stay in your element
My staff chuckles while brass knuckles scraping your melanin
You're claiming it was an accident, pay me the settlement
You saying you wasn't having it, I gave it, you yelling, "Quit! "
Oh, it's on the low though? I stuff cigars with stuff from jars
Above the stars?
I shoot my load ten feet and they asking if I ever thought I'd come this far
Yeah I knew I'd do it, the question is who was stupid to mess with this
Who was losing a second, this music scooped?
To his crew and the message is, "Don't push me."
You're so pussy that you're oozing with estrogen
Straightjacket tightened by my psycho ward
And he straight up forgot to lace up my Michael Jordans
I don't write no chorus, no alter ego writes those for us
Fuck a tree dog, I like whole forests
I've got the flows to toast most approachers
And got the? so foes don't approach us
Nah?, brough the shotty and the case, check it
Look it, we'll make em drop shells quicker than Jay records
And the crowd's mine, I'll outline your hood
I'm outside with about nine guys it's good
While you peasants cry by my foot?
But that's saying they're trying to get outshined like Suge
Look, you pussies either roll eight on one
Trying to jump me but still can't, they hate on son
They'll get their money jacked, see me in the span of a few years
Do shit till they see me off? and a few beers
? Big L, Big Pun, and Biggie, with an attitude like Jay so if you come and get me
There'll be eight people with a spiked bat and a gun to kill me
And if I got you for money wait until I'm drunk to hit me, pussy
Matter fact, you ain't even a pussy
You're what bleeds when the summer's eve cleaning the pussy
C.O.P. you freestyle to see no fee, I am the C.O.
Bringing it to you COD, cash on delivery, and no one can do it better, shit
I'm the D-O-C with OCD, spit heat like a Creole feast
That's why they be on beats, and stick to the point, I don't see my own feet
[Chorus:]
I can introduce you to your maker
You got a problem with me homeboy, step to me
Strap you down and slap you round
Yeah I said it
[Verse 2:]
Star sprinter, run any track flash above par?
Glue sniffer, jacking coke like a bartender
Punchlines till your bar's tender so let's?
And we're shooting stars like Hayley's Comet denting car fenders
My car's bouncing, got hydraulics and metal toys
Yours rides mind's playing tricks like the Ghetto Boyz
Why am I lying? I ain't got the car and I'm unemployed
My lunch during the day and on it I don't have butter?
No pot to piss in or to cop a squat and drop my shit in
Radio off so I can listen to my couch?
I can sell to?
It's simple waking up with a naked slut in my boxers
Listen, hip hop is getting out of control
Every power that flows is gangster till the powder's out of his nose
Man in '95 I thought music was losing it's touch
Compared to now it was a golden era, who would've thought?
Now this shit is full of gimmicks, energy, cynics, and critics
Hate one minute then the next wanna finish your sentence
This fake game makes we want to take names
With the chrome in hand and take aim like I own this, man
But I'm not trying to spring life beneath dirt
Or a Shyne and C-Murder
I grind to these words
In the mind of each person populating earth
Cop the tape and stop the hatin jerk
Yo, what's up Marco?
What's up Brooklyn?
Filthy rich
[Verse 1: Masta Ace]
People in the audience, Masta Ace the name
I write rhymes and insert them inside your vein
They run through your bloodstream, get inside your brain
Cause I first put my name up inside the train
My mic control has been unprecendented
And you wrong if you thought you was was the best that did it
See I just started messing with it, I been married to the game since '88
You just commited
The entire fate of the whole Empire States
Into hands of a man that's here to inspire hate
Heed for the state of the music
And all these other cats looking for another way to abuse it
I wake you up like a gun in the face
I'm just here to let you know who's like running the place
And everywhere that I preform and do a show
As long as you know
[Chorus: in cuts and scratches]
"This is for those that don't know the half"
"Backtrack turn back the page"
"Let me show y'all new rappers"
"That's how the game go"
"This is for those that don't know the half"
"Backtrack turn back the page"
"Don't be missing any word I say"
[Verse 2: Masta Ace]
You love to hear the story, again and again
How it all got started from beginning to end
When cats used to run in a pack and slaughter
The rooftop, Union Square and the latin quarter
And if you came alone than your chain was gone
Unless you was from the hood and your name was known (yap)
And even than you was taking a risk
They would rush you for your chain while you was taking a piss
Hip hop used to be so thick in the air
When it was there you ain't even needed to kick in a snare
It could have been finger snaps and hand claps
But nowadays it feels a little different when a man raps
The track commence and these cats are french
The media lacking sense, what I rap's intense AND
I be the best in these rap events
And how I got this far?
It's called experience, come on
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Masta Ace]
Yo it's the Ace in the flesh, of course I'm fresh
Oh you thought that I was rotten?
Huh, you must have gotten a bad sack of weed cause I track your speed
I run up, fondle your wife and smack your seed
I've been a star since Pat Benatar
And I still want the house, the boat, the truck AND the car
The limousine with the big screen and the bar
I'm trying to eat, watch it pour on like vine-gar
Cause I'm old and grey, control the day
I'm kinda like the light cause I show the way
I'm the one to collect the fonds and hold the pay
The kind that fold away than I stroll the way
Shit, I can't name all the hits we charted
That crazy ass Crooklyn ass shit, we got it
We came here tonight to get started
To go, act I'll and get re-tarded
[Chorus and srcatches: to fade out]
"In this rap game"
Fresh force one shades
With some pinup gens
Come upstairs old plates...
Short kicks you are expecting to behave
Throw some... like easy taking...
Easy ain't pretty
Easy ain't pretty
Easy ain't pretty
Easy ain't pretty
Easy buddy
Easy buddy
Easy buddy
Got my swag up and I am fresh like...
Make my chest glow sex mad hoes
You can hit me up if you need to get that drink
Heard you come... yes I know
Blueberry pimp call it Pappa Snurf
Great soda yea h I got that so light it up
... smoke in the air I make you say we've been making...
We do this better than Bow Wow we sold you boy
Make your girl smile like Christmas...
I told you boy you need to bring the beat back
Relax and tell the brother where the weed at
I make hits like 3 bachelors play ball
You make less hits than Jordan playing baseball
... I am out for your chips... Alicia Keys now you are following
Fresh force one... with some denim jeans
Come on sitting on blades touch them and you're bleed
Short... you are a digger should be hitting flips
Twisted chips like... take a hit of this
Easy buddy
Easy buddy
Easy buddy
Easy buddy
Easy buddy